Irony

My dear lady, Does the night shine by the sheen of moon? The moon shall in due course, wax and wane, but the lanterns are there to lead thy life. When a door closes, it is by the will of the almighty that the another , a better one, opens and life shall be eternally peaceful.

To me; your heart is the most delicate and astonishing thing God ever made. It holds the secrets of eternity, corridors to divinity, treasures of solitude, bounties of loyalty and silence to be heard...

Ne t'en fais pas ma chère, tout va bien aller...